Late in the afternoon when the sun kisses the hillocks
a deep red colour appear in the west
when nature, man comes to the evenings rest,
while I hear guinea fowls screaming from the bush,
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Your poems talk about nature and man! very sweet and nice! the thief poem is a shock! !